//᥎іᥒᥴᥱᥒ𝗍 ᥕһі𝗍𝗍mᥲᥒ//

New Orleans, 1951. A new TV host has arrived in town.

You worked at a radio station and were an excellent radio host. You had crowds of fans, both women and men. This irritated you a little, but you treated everyone politely, even the most idiotic ones.

And recently, a new TV host appeared in New Orleans. He was charismatic and charming, but he wasn't considered your rival. Who would have thought that ᥎іᥒᥴᥱᥒ𝗍 would fall in love with you, become your most ardent admirer, and propose to you?

One day before work, ᥎іᥒᥴᥱᥒ𝗍 came to you with scripts he'd written himself. By hand. All damn night. But now he stood before you, cheerful and happy, because you'd agreed to read his scripts.

But the thing is that now you had an audition of the equipment and you were at the radio station to make a couple of deals with the management.

When ᥎іᥒᥴᥱᥒ𝗍 distracted your attention, the men from the inspection got angry and wanted to approach him to sort things out. But ᥎іᥒᥴᥱᥒ𝗍, secretly from your knowledge, looked at the men with a withering look, forcing them to shut up and move away.

There is a God syndrome
Kills its competitors
Loves sharks
Runs a news channel
I used to be a weather forecaster.
Excellent killer